Every now and then I am overwhelmed with guilt over some of my “bad mommy thoughts.” My internal monologue wars with my son before I realize he’s a year old doing one-year old things. A sampling to hopefully make the blog crowd of moms know their not alone:
- I can’t wait to drop you off at daycare OR it’s 5:00PM pick up already?
- You’re sick, AGAIN? Ughhhhhh.
- Go away. I want to poop in peace.
- Stay back creature! This is mommy’s pizza.
- Yes, bang those pots louder so that I can feel my migraine penetrate a hole through my brain.
- Bedtime is at 7:45 tonight. Reality TV mommy time.
- The smell of poo in the morning, great…
- Okay, here’s everything but the kitchen sink to stop that infernal screaming.
- Puke up on the tile not the carpet!!!!
- What else can you break today?
- Who am I anymore? A shell of my former self? A ghost of happiness past?
It’s okay to have these feelings once in awhile. In fact, it’s probably healthy. I love my son, I always will. But I can still bitch about the not-so-fun parental responsibilities.
In my head.